Chapter 305: Dawn of the Awakener

The battle was won, but the war was not over. Victory was a fragile, fleeting thing, a momentary silence in the eye of a storm. Caden stood, chest heaving, the borrowed power of his ancestors receding like a tide, leaving behind the aching shores of his own exhaustion. Beside him, Persephone was a figure of ethereal grace, her nine tails a silent testament to the power they had just wielded together. But Emery was not finished. Lying broken against the ravaged altar, a ruin of a man held together...